The zombie virus broke out and I was woken up by heavy rain.
I blinked and found a floating five-pointed star in my sight.
Oh my god! Could this be the mysterious system in the novel?
Take a deep breath and click!
A ray of white light hit me, and I closed my eyes tightly. After a few moments, I slowly opened my eyes.
I saw an extremely familiar interface appearing in front of me: My Space.
After refreshing the interface, I saw the familiar notes flashing by one by one. The oil controllers all shouted in unison in the space: Damn it, why do you guys have to talk about it in the end of the world?
Hug me, I seem to be dreaming. I dreamed that in the apocalypse, my golden finger was an autumn space that could be used anytime, anywhere. I also dreamed that all the oil controllers were running around in the space...
I typed tremblingly and tentatively sent out my first comment today:
My husbands are in the apocalypse and I am so broken. Who knows if Gu is still on the island...
I burst into tears looking at the ever-increasing R. I. P.
My relative and friend who sleeps like a pig even commented to me unusually today: love
Just when I exited the interface, there was a sound of wheels rolling over the asphalt road. Then, I heard someone downstairs shouting heart-breakingly: Control oil and expand trains! Direct access to the oil control 002 survival base! Don't come, everyone! Get on the bus and sign up for the Qiuqiu number to check the ingredients! ! !
I stuck my head out and could barely make out the other person in the dark night rain. The rain was so loud that I had to yell heartbreakingly: Husband, wait for me! ! !
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I will only be called cn in this article. I am Gan Twelve. Welcome to expand the list. Watch me pick up garbage in the last days.
Purpose: Survival from desperate situation